Magical Strategist

At this time, the real dragon reached its limit. After holding on for thirty seconds, Tober threw him far away.

After finally getting rid of the entanglement of the real dragon, Tober was shocked by an extremely sharp fighting spirit. "Could it be that? Impossible! His right arm was not given to me..."

Piro said with an indifferent expression: "My wishful thinking was wrong. Do you really think that if my right hand is disabled, I won't be able to perform magic? Do you think my left hand is for sight? You really want to hear my screams, don't you?" What a coincidence. Like you, I like to hear other people's screams, especially your Tober's. So next, let's play some games, okay?"

After the Soul Eater used the Six Realms of Dharma Soul to strengthen him, Tobo's face turned pale with fear, and his lower body sank. Under the pressure of Jin Dou Qi, Tobo was unable to move for a while, even blinking was so difficult. He didn't expect that the real dragon would use such despicable means to buy the Soul Eater precious 30 seconds, and he didn't expect that the Soul Eater who had lost his right arm could still use the Six Realms of Magical Soul.

Tober is just the second in command of the Werewolf clan. He does not have the endurance of Faramor, the superior strategy of the prophet, and the unparalleled strength of the Beast King. Among the orcs with so many masters, he was at best a second-rate figure. Facing the Soul Eater's sharp golden fighting spirit, Tober had no fighting spirit. He had only one thought in his head - escape!

Will Pillow just let him go? He was almost tortured to death by Tober just now. After being insulted like this, could Piro swallow his breath? It is said that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years, but as for Gentleman Piro's revenge, he will take revenge on the spot. "Originally, I planned to let you die without pain. I, Piro, always respect my opponents and pity heroes, but you made two mistakes that forced me to change my mind. First, you played dirty tricks on me, which I hate the most. Secondly, don’t you want to chop me up with a knife? Since you have a masochistic tendency, I might as well carry forward this tendency. However, your grandfather, I am not unreasonable. Man, I can give you a chance. If you behave well, I will let you live. Now, kneel down and kowtow three times!"

Hearing this, Tober's fangs gritted.

Kneel down and kowtow? What a shame and shame! .

Tober had no intention of kneeling down. Piro continued: "I'll count. If you don't kneel down for me, have you seen that kid?" Piro pointed to the real dragon not far away and continued: "If you don't obey, I'll make you just like him!"

The real dragon is not deaf. When he heard Piro's words of scolding him, he said angrily: "Your uncle, don't use me as a metaphor. If I hadn't risked my life to buy you time, you would have been fucked long ago. I despise you, you ungrateful villain!”

Piro's face turned pale. He didn't know why he always used his younger brother as a negative example. Then he yelled at Tober: "I repeat it again, I only count..."

Before Piro could count, Tober's knees weakened and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"It's definitely not enough to just kneel down, you have to kowtow as well."

Bang bang bang, three rings in a row, and then Tober said with a begging expression: "I have already done as you are told, you mighty Soul Eater must keep your word."

"It counts? Could it possibly count? I've got you today." Piro smiled evilly and said, "What is ringing the head? The point of ringing the head is to make the sound louder. Who were you knocking to just now? I didn't listen. Come again"

"You fucking...!" Tober scolded angrily due to the naked teasing.

Still swearing? Your fucking mouth needs to be pumped! Without saying a word, Piro stepped forward and slapped him. This slap made Tober's eyes flash with stars, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north.

After receiving a slap, Tober learned a lot. The werewolf's bones were filled with arrogant blood, but in order to survive, Tober didn't care about dignity or face. He knocked his head three times again, bang bang bang three times, and the sound penetrated into his bones. After knocking his head, Tober was badly beaten.

Although Piro looks gentle, he is more ruthless than anyone else. Is it done when Tober kowtows his head? Obviously impossible! Piro continued: "Next, call me grandpa, and call me louder so that your little brothers can hear me."

No one knows what Tober is thinking. Just looking at the fingers that are stuck in the sand, it is not difficult to imagine how much anger the proud werewolf is holding back. To survive! "Grandpa!" Tober shouted.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you." Piro deliberately stretched his neck, turned his ears, and said in a pretentious manner.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

"Hey, good grandson!" Piro said with satisfaction.

I've almost had enough of playing, and the feeling of being abused is gone. Will Pillow fulfill his promise and let Tober live? The answer is: definitely not!

Letting go of Tober means letting the tiger go back to the mountains.

kill! Must kill! Piro had a serious look on his face, seeing him activating the magic power in his body and getting into a posture. Then, Piro exerted force on his lower body and stabbed firmly into the sand, while his arms naturally drooped. Flames appeared on the Xiaoyao fan held in his left hand, and the flames were mixed with strong current.

Tober has seen this kind of spell before. It is the forbidden thunder magic spell created by Soul Eater - Thunder Fire Cyclone, which combines flame and thunder to deal a heavy blow to the opponent.

The lethality of this spell is no less than that of perfect thunder. If perfect thunder can make the opponent die in an instant without pain, the thunder and fire whirlwind can make the opponent die in severe pain.

Tober remembered that Faramir had almost been defeated by this move. If he is hit by this move, death is certain, but dying in peace is a luxury. Just now, Tober had naively believed that as long as he knelt down and kowtowed, and called Grandpa, the Soul Eater would spare his life. Now I realize that I thought wrongly, completely wrongly. Tober still did not give up begging for mercy: "How can the Soul Eater break his word..."

Piro said: "For my respected opponent, I will keep my word. But for a bastard like you, do I still need a reason to kill you? Grandson, just bear with it, it will hurt for about ten minutes and you will be fine." "

Let alone ten minutes, I can't hold on for even one second. In the end, Tober couldn't help but curse: "I send my greetings to your whole family and your ancestors, I, I..."

Piro replied disdainfully: "Swear, keep scolding, scold hard, hahaha..."

The magic fan that condensed thunder, lightning and flames was swung out, and a red and white whirlwind approached Tober with lightning speed.

I greet the eighteenth generation of your ancestors, I see your whole family, I do... Until the end, Tober still did not stop his unpleasant curses.

Tober could have brought down the Soul Eater without any pressure, but he never expected that the red-haired boy appeared out of thin air and ruined his good deeds. This kid's skills were far inferior to his own, and he was seriously injured. His calmness and perseverance in the face of a powerful enemy made Tober remember this face deeply.